My name is Chen Jin, I am twenty-two years old and have just graduated. For a monthly salary of 8,000 yuan, I worked as a corpse picker in Anping Funeral Home.
On my first night on the job, I followed my master to pick up corpses from mass graves. When the body was carried, it was discovered that the dead man was still warm. On the way back, an extra number was reported on the walkie-talkie. From that day on, the morgue would pop open on its own in the middle of the night. Someone knocked on the iron door at exactly 3:33 in the morning, and the old guard looked at me like he was looking at a dead person.
Later, I felt a needle between the eyebrows of a corpse. The needle that only I could see. Someone is using it to extract souls, and twelve needles can resurrect a person who was sealed a hundred years ago.
That man's name is Chen Daoxuan. My surname is Chen, and I am his last direct bloodline in the world.
My name is Chen Jin, and Jin is the embers of ash. They say I'm Tinder. I want to be the fire that burns everything down.
